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So. So, so, so. There are plenty of funny stories I could share; how I misplaced my mom's pants, that's funny. But I'm lazy, so I won't add them unless I get (a) request(s).
Went "clubbing" tonight, so to speak. Put on a nice little short black skort and green T, did my makeup all pretty and such, and went down to the Rocket with Jessica and Chris D. for Teen Night. I couldn't stay for too long, Dad wanted me to babysit his girlfriend's kid; there weren't too many people, but then we got there at 6. Kids were supposed to be coming in around 7:30, which is when I had to be home. It was fun though, we had a blast dancing and downing Coke and stuff. Jessica kept calling people trying to get them to come to the Rocket, but we could only get Rose to come.
So Jessica took me home and I was there at 7:30 like Dad told me to be. I waited... 8:00, Dad calls. Says he told me half an hour before I left that I didn't have to babysit.
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
He never said anything of the sort. He apologizes and shit, and then calls back ten minutes later and says, "If Jessica's there right now why don't you call her and meet her there so you can still hang out?" The fuck? No, Dad, because I would have to pay another six dollars and I don't have that much. They didn't stamp my hand, and even if they did I wouldn't have let them because I didn't think I'd be going back. Dumbass. They wouldn't have let me back in. And now he's all "Are you mad at me? I thought you told me Jessica couldn't stay for more than an hour anyway so I didn't think it mattered." FUCK YOU. I could have called to see if I could be out later, you fucking retard! If you don't give me ten bucks next time like you promised, I'll slit your throat while you sleep. Drunk bastard.
Went "clubbing" tonight, so to speak. Put on a nice little short black skort and green T, did my makeup all pretty and such, and went down to the Rocket with Jessica and Chris D. for Teen Night. I couldn't stay for too long, Dad wanted me to babysit his girlfriend's kid; there weren't too many people, but then we got there at 6. Kids were supposed to be coming in around 7:30, which is when I had to be home. It was fun though, we had a blast dancing and downing Coke and stuff. Jessica kept calling people trying to get them to come to the Rocket, but we could only get Rose to come.
So Jessica took me home and I was there at 7:30 like Dad told me to be. I waited... 8:00, Dad calls. Says he told me half an hour before I left that I didn't have to babysit.
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
He never said anything of the sort. He apologizes and shit, and then calls back ten minutes later and says, "If Jessica's there right now why don't you call her and meet her there so you can still hang out?" The fuck? No, Dad, because I would have to pay another six dollars and I don't have that much. They didn't stamp my hand, and even if they did I wouldn't have let them because I didn't think I'd be going back. Dumbass. They wouldn't have let me back in. And now he's all "Are you mad at me? I thought you told me Jessica couldn't stay for more than an hour anyway so I didn't think it mattered." FUCK YOU. I could have called to see if I could be out later, you fucking retard! If you don't give me ten bucks next time like you promised, I'll slit your throat while you sleep. Drunk bastard.
